Start building the foundation: What is the Southern Xinjiang Corpse Puppet?

Chapter 159: Naming Abandoned

"I've heard of it." Luo Shan said calmly, looking at Bu Qian, his eyes rolled, and said:

"Since you are a fortune teller, I wonder if you could tell my fortune for me. Of course, the reward is negotiable."

Luo Shan paused, then asked:

"I wonder how much you charge for fortune-telling?"

"One thousand spirit stones for one divination." Bu Qian was stunned and replied.

"However, because the laws of the world in the Absolute Spirit Land are incomplete, I am only 50% sure of the divination I made." Bu Qian said with a wry smile:

Before, in the yellow sand land, he had told a fortune, but that fortune almost cost him his life.

Fortunately, God did not abandon him. In that sandstorm, he used a drop of blood as a guide to find a way to survive.

"Then forget it." Luo Shan didn't care about the 50% chance. What she cared about was the price of one thousand spirit stones.

One thousand spirit stones, is this how the divination practitioner makes money? She was a little tempted and wanted to switch to practicing divination.

Fortunately, she just wanted to experience this divination technique because she was in a good mood.

Hearing this, Bu Qian thought that the other party was just confident because of that 50% certainty, so he could only smile bitterly.

"Fairy Luo, the rules of the Absolute Spirit Land are incomplete, and my divination skills are restricted. Once we are out of the Absolute Spirit Land, if Fairy Luo wants to tell a divination again, I will certainly be willing to help."

Bu Qian explained that after all, there were so many people, and it would be bad if all of them thought that he was not good at divination.

Although he was not a person who cared about fame and fortune, he still had some face and dignity as a cultivator.

"Okay." Luo San nodded.

After this interruption, Luo Shan no longer had the intention to kill. He retracted his whip and looked at the swordsman with two hideous whip marks on his face. He said calmly:

"The one who teases first is a slut. Today is a lesson for you. If you don't accept it, you can challenge me at any time. However, next time, I will take your life."

After she said this, she turned around and walked directly to the sarcophagus, looking at Hou Ling who was looking forward to the show.

"Saint Lady Hou, now is the time to deal with this demon corpse."

Hou Ling glanced at the black whip that Luo Shan had put back on his waist. Looking closely, she found that the material was very special. Although blood had been seen just now, there was no blood stain left on the whip.

It is a good magical instrument.

Hou Ling was thinking about it, and then she felt a gaze sweeping over her, and immediately met Luo Shan's eyes which were like a deep abyss.

"Brother Luo's magical weapon is quite interesting. I wonder what it's called?"

Hou Ling said directly, in this way, she was also telling Luo Shan that her behavior just now was just out of curiosity about the whip.

"Hold the waist rope."

Hou Ling: "???"

This name really doesn't fit at all.

"Fellow Daoist Luo, did you choose the names of your magical instruments?" Si Qianning was a little surprised when she heard the names.

"Except the white jade coffin, the rest were taken by me." Luo San said, looking at the white jade coffin lying on the ground not far away.

Si Qianning: “…”

Except for White Jade Coffin, which is a normal name, the others are very weird.

Thinking of the name of Luosan's umbrella and the name of the black whip, Si Qianning was speechless.

One is a folding waist umbrella, the other is a waist rope. Could it be that Brother Luo has a bad waist that led him to choose these names?

"Brother Luo's style is truly unique." Si Qianning said with a wry smile.

For a moment, I didn’t know what to praise.

"I think so too." After hearing what Si Qianning said, Luo Shan looked at her more favorably.

"Does Brother Si Dao's giant axe have a name?" Luo Shan looked at the giant axe that Si Qianning was carrying. His eyes lit up and he looked eager to try.

When Si Qianning saw this, her heart skipped a beat. Only then did she remember that her own magical weapon didn't even have a nice name.

Since it was forged, she has been calling it "Xiaoxie Xiaoxie". Now looking at Fellow Daoist Luo's appearance, could it be that...

Judging from Fellow Daoist Luo's naming style, I'm afraid her giant axe should be called the Waist-Splitting Axe, or the Waist-Chopping Axe?

Si Qianning shuddered and said quickly:

“I have a name.”

"It's called Collapse Mountain."

Si Qianning came up with a name in a moment of urgency and secretly said that this was a close call.

"What a pity about Brother Si's axe. I was thinking it would be more meaningful if it was called 'Heartbreaking'." Luo Shan said, sighing regretfully.

All the cultivators present twitched their lips, looking at Si Qianning's giant axe and thinking of Duanchang's name.

I already have the picture in my mind.

The crazy woman with ten thousand swords swung her axe and chopped the man in half.

The scene was too bloody. She was indeed the evil woman from Southern Xinjiang. Even the names of her magic weapons were so bloody.

"Broken-heart." Si Qianning was stunned. She thought that Fellow Daoist Luo would name her giant axe something like the Waist-Chopping Axe, but she didn't expect it to be called Broken-Heart.

Heartbroken!

It’s a nice name, she thinks it’s pretty good.

The more she thought about it, the more interesting it became. She was delighted. She weighed the axe in her hand and said after a long pause:

"What a good name. From now on my axe will be called Heartbreak."

"Can the name of this magic weapon be changed?" Hou Ling was stunned when she heard this. She always felt that these two people were not normal.

"The magic weapon depends on the master's wishes. I like this name, and it is sure that it will like it too. From now on, it will be called Broken Heart." Si Qianning directly held the giant axe and swung it twice.

"You see, Duanchang is also very happy about this name."

The monks looked at Si Qianning swinging the giant axe in silence, then looked at Luo Shan and thought to themselves:

There's a reason these two can play together.

Looking at the two female cultivators, one is a crazy woman, the other is an evil woman, even their hobbies are so similar, it is true that they have similar tastes.

Hou Ling looked at the two men in silence, then turned around to deal with the demon corpse in the sarcophagus.

Because the crystal was taken out, the body of the demon corpse began to rot severely, and an unspeakable stench emanated from the entire coffin.

"Hold your breath." Hou Ling reminded the monks.

After saying this, she frowned as she looked at the demon corpse in the coffin, cut her palm with a dagger, took out a strange bowl-shaped magic weapon, and dripped blood into the bowl.

Follow towards the strange fire.

The flame, which was originally gradually getting weaker, actually began to grow as the blood approached.

Everyone felt so hot that they felt as if their souls were being burned, and they couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Hou Ling was also feeling very uncomfortable. She had demonic blood in her body. The closer she got to the strange fire, the more painful her body felt.

Beads of sweat appeared on Hou Ling's forehead. She bit her lips tightly, and her legs were half bent uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Luo Shan secretly thought that this was not good.

Sure enough, Hou Ling was only a few meters away from the strange fire when she fell to the ground in pain.

Hou Ling held the bowl tightly and moved closer inwardly. Her eyes were bloodshot and her face was extremely pale.

After being able to come into contact with the range of the strange fire, Hou Ling directly poured the blood in the bowl, then clenched his fist and let the bright red liquid drip onto the ground.

From the strange fire to the sarcophagus, a straight line formed by blood dripping on the ground appeared.

The strange fire spread along the blood little by little.